.Wednesday, April 21, 2010 ' 4:54 AM Y
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Ok it's a long time since my last post. Thank God, I've finally started my driving lessons....was getting really impatient. Ok here's what a thought. An accelerator, brake, steering wheel. Can't be much harder than driving a Go-Kart at Escape theme park, right? Wrong. And it's even harder to drive stick shift. Driving on the street is no piece of cake because it involves real vehicles and real people walking around on the road. And you can't imagine how reckless some people are. Just walk across the road like they're walking their dog in a park...
On the first day, I pressed my foot on the accelerator and the car started moving. I was like, "Holy shit!!" And quickly pressed the brake...It is kinda scary at first. But as you get used to it gets simpler. Yesterday, I finally got a chance to drive around the streets. It was soooo much fun!!! I controlled all of the footing and at first, my instructor did the steering. But as I got the hang of it, I started to steer. Ok I admit I was driving at 8km per hour..and cars behind me kept honking at me to move faster..But as a beginner driver, you get that sense of achievement. So as I was driving in circles around the same neighbourhood, I heard this girl make a comment as I was passing by...and I was really amused. She was like, Look a woman is driving that car!! So i guess not many woman around here drive, so must be an unusual scene. Had a couple of problems along the way too..The clutch is sooo difficult to control. Let go of it twice, and the car's engine stopped in the middle of the road. Had to restart the car....
Last Saturday, I visited the school where I went to Nursery and Playgroup. There was this special event. So as I was entering the school, the watchman recognised me. He was like, "Purnee, is tht u?" I'm surprised they still remember me from 1997...Well, my mom used to teach nursery back then and she was my class teacher. If she praised or patted someone's else head, I would irritate her and start pulling her clothes. Then there was a time, I fell off the metal swing and injured my.....er,head. That might explain why I'm crazy sometimes. And when I celebrated my birthday, I burnt my finger trying to light the match...and a lot of other crazy stuff...so it's not surprising tht the maids and teachers remember me too...
So today, i'm at home all day, really bored...Was supposed to go out and get a haircut, but I'm lazy to. There's this thing that I have, that my bro really wants. So I decided to hide it(in my pocket), and have some fun with that.....so this is the conversation.
Bro: I know you have it. Hand it over!!
Me: I don't have it.
Bro: But you hid it...
Me: Yeah, I did.
Bro: So where is it?
Me: If I wanted to tell you, I wouldn't hide it...
Bro: Give me a clue as to where it is...
Me: No.
Bro: Pleasseeeeeeeeeeee...
Me: Ok. Think outside the box.
Bro: Which box?
Me: Metaphorical box.
Bro: What is metaphorical?
Me: Check a dictionary.
Bro: I don't have a dictionary..Another clue!!!
Me: Think of smwhere, furthest away from ur imagination. Smwhere you would never, ever, ever expect it to be...Smwhere concealed by mere sight...
Bro: Is the box like a shoebox? or a suitcase? or a cupcoard?
Me: No.
Bro: Ok, is it in ur pocket?
Me: (laughs) oh you'd think that wouldn't u? (trick question)
So my brother searched for it everywhere, inside toiletbowls, in the balcony, outside the house, under the bed etc...
When he gave up, I took it from my pocket and gave it to him...That somehow makes me feel evil....muhahahahahahaahahahahaha
Whateva....
Sam =)
